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BB PSA Chapter 147

147 Prayse ye the Lorde, for it is a good thyng: sing psalmes vnto our Lorde, for it is a pleasaunt thing, his praise is to be desired. 2 God buildeth vp Hierusalem: he wyll gather together the Israelites that were banished. 3 He healeth those that are broken in heart: he wrappeth vp their sorowes. 4 He counteth the number of the starres: he geueth vnto them all names. 5 Great is our Lorde, and great is his power: his vnderstandyng is infinite. 6 God setteth vp the meeke: he bringeth the vngodly downe to the grounde. 7 Syng ye vnto God with a confession: syng psalmes vpon the Harpe vnto our Lorde. 8 Who couereth the heauen with cloudes: who prepareth rayne for the earth, who maketh grasse to growe vppon the mountaynes. 9 He geueth vnto cattell their foode: euen vnto Rauens which call for it. 10 He hath no pleasure in the strength of an horse: he delighteth not in the legges of a man. 11 God delyghteth in them that feare him: and in them that put their trust in his mercie. 12 Prayse God O Hierusalem: prayse thy Lorde O Sion. 13 For he maketh fast the barres of thy gates: he blesseth thy children within thee. 14 He maketh peace in thy borders: he fylleth thee with good corne. 15 He sendeth foorth his commaundement vpon the earth: his word runneth very swiftly. 16 He geueth snowe so whyte as wooll: he scattereth the hoare frost like asshes. 17 He casteth foorth his yse lyke fragmentes: who is able to abide his frost? 18 He sendeth foorth his worde and melteth them: he bloweth with his winde, and the waters flowe. 19 He declareth his worde vnto Iacob: his statutes & ordinaunces vnto Israel. 20 He hath not dealt so with euery nation: neither haue they the knowledge of his iudgementes. Prayse ye the Lorde.